I KNOW YOU
This headache doesn’t feel like a hangover. I know the pain of a hangover. This is an odd sensation deep inside my brain. I don’t recognize this room either, where am I? Oh God! this is a hotel room! Did I blackout last night? Why can’t I remember what I did last night? Was I so drunk I tripped and bumped my head? Or did I come to a stranger’s hotel room and had sex? “Hello? Is anyone there?” I’m alone in the room, and I’m relieved to see I’m fully clothed, and my underwear is still in place. I look around the room for clues on where am I, or anything about where I have been, I notice the room has decorated in very odd furnishings. Looking at myself in the mirror, I examine myself for signs of an attack, but nothing. Well if this is what they call Rock Bottom, I just hit it.